So I was subbing in my favorite 4th grade classroom last Tuesday. In the middle of the afternoon we take a "brain break" when the kids have their snack and do an activity like tossing a beach ball. The teacher lets them play a song or two during this time, so I sent one girl over to work the IPod (no, I don't 
), and of course two of her friends went to "help" and I heard them saying "No! Go down, down...there! Bon Jovi!", and sure enough there came the strains of "Living on a Prayer". Well, pretty much every kid in the room dropped what they were doing and started dancing and singing, with all their little voices chiming in on the chorus: "Whoaa, we're halfway the-ere, Ohhh-ohhh! Living on a Pray-er..." and some were doing the John Travolta disco move. I just sat there and laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks, and finally asked them, "Do you know how old that song is?"
Moral: We now have definitive proof that Rock-n-Roll will never die.
Then on Thursday I was subbing in P.E. at a school I don't go to very often, and I was standing at the gym doors greeting the 2nd graders as they filed in. One little boy stopped right in his tracks, tilted his head back, looked up into my face, and announced, "You look like a real nice woman!"
Later, when I had divided the kiddettes into groups for their bean bag throw activity, that same little guy came over to me to complain, "Mrs. Logan? They're saying my bean bag didn't go in (the crate), but I saw it, and it was heading right over the edge, and then the wind blew it right off the edge onto the ground!" You know, there are times when you must keep a straight face even when you are howling with laughter on the inside. I calmly told him that the high walls on either side of the gym prevented the wind from coming inside, so I thought he should go back and try again...I was sure he would succeed on his next turn, and then turned and walked away with my shoulders shaking from repressed laughter.
Moral: Don't let your classmates dissuade you from being an athletic prodigy.
), and of course two of her friends went to "help" and I heard them saying "No! Go down, down...there! Bon Jovi!", and sure enough there came the strains of "Living on a Prayer". Well, pretty much every kid in the room dropped what they were doing and started dancing and singing, with all their little voices chiming in on the chorus: "Whoaa, we're halfway the-ere, Ohhh-ohhh! Living on a Pray-er..." and some were doing the John Travolta disco move. I just sat there and laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks, and finally asked them, "Do you know how old that song is?" Moral: We now have definitive proof that Rock-n-Roll will never die.
Then on Thursday I was subbing in P.E. at a school I don't go to very often, and I was standing at the gym doors greeting the 2nd graders as they filed in. One little boy stopped right in his tracks, tilted his head back, looked up into my face, and announced, "You look like a real nice woman!"
Later, when I had divided the kiddettes into groups for their bean bag throw activity, that same little guy came over to me to complain, "Mrs. Logan? They're saying my bean bag didn't go in (the crate), but I saw it, and it was heading right over the edge, and then the wind blew it right off the edge onto the ground!" You know, there are times when you must keep a straight face even when you are howling with laughter on the inside. I calmly told him that the high walls on either side of the gym prevented the wind from coming inside, so I thought he should go back and try again...I was sure he would succeed on his next turn, and then turned and walked away with my shoulders shaking from repressed laughter.
Moral: Don't let your classmates dissuade you from being an athletic prodigy.
